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A Reflection on Social and Cultural Foundations as Taught by Dr. Jackie Butler

  Men don’t like to step abruptly out of the security of familiar experience; they need a bridge to cross from their own experience to a new way. Saul Alinsky, Rules for Radicals Having had a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps, we tried to carry this message to others, and to practice these principles in all our affairs. Step Twelve, The Twelve Step Program In the second to last meeting of the course “Social and Cultural Foundations”, Dr. Butler told us, not once but twice, because some in the class didn’t understand what she said the first time, that “It is not necessary or possible to learn about other cultural groups in the abstract.” It was a concept worth repeating, I believe, because it was exactly this attempt to categorize and somehow “own” knowledge about other cultural groups that most of us in the class had hoped to gain from it. Instead of having a better handle on minority groups, for example, we have learned about the inadequacies of all stere...

I Give You Thanks: A Soundscape Meditation

  View the music video: https://youtu.be/oVQEtwe9lX4 The soundscape finds us on a busy street where the song of birds competes with honking car horns and idling truck engines. The children at a nearby bus stop chatter among themselves as they enter the familiar yellow vehicle, some scraping their feet on the floor of the bus before taking their seats. It is just another day in a life of education and socialization for this generation. You can hear and feel the curiosity and sense of belonging in the young voices. Nothing special here unless we take the view that all of it is special and important – just as each child and each family member and every relationship is special and important in the grand scheme of things. Gun shots are suddenly fired in the middle of this world, which could easily be the Cincinnati neighborhood of Evanston where two drive-by shootings happened this past week. 39-year-old Yarsellay Sammie Sr. and 16-year-old Javeir Randolph were shot on the...

Full of Crickets

The hollow ringing in my ears reminds me of the crickets of summers long passed away. The quiet moments now, though never complete, offer me their strength. In a realm of inner riches, love is always flowing and growing - within and without. And all shall be well, even in this shell full of crickets, there is quiet. * *Photo courtesy of Carole Barnhart.  The poem, on one level, is about my tinnitus.  On another, it is about life. Enjoyed this post? Never miss out on future posts by  following us »  

Un-Blurring the Only Vision One Has

Quotes: Love in action     is a harsh and dreadful thing          compared to love in dreams. Dostoevsky If you see it another way, God will clarify the difficulty for you.   It is important that we continue on our course,  no matter what stage we have reached. A Letter of Paul to the Philipeans 3:15-16 A hole was secretly dug in the back of the family yard.  Into it, a pair of ugly brown plastic glasses were dropped and hurriedly covered over with dirt before anyone could see it.  When questioned the next day, "Where are your glasses?" I could easily lie and say "I don't know.  Maybe they're lost somewhere."  The over-riding concern of those pre-adolescent days was "How will I look?" and "Will I be accepted?"  One would rather be accepted than anything, even if it meant blurring the only vision one had. One would rather be accepted than anything,  even if it meant blurring the only vision one had!!🙈 T...

Description of My First Published Book

  Descriptions of my first published book.  ALWAYS PARTLY BROKEN Is he broken, or merely breaking into something new again? Many of us fall in love more than once in our brief lives. Sometimes a former love object, which we thought was safely put to rest, comes alive in us again. Soon, we're wrestling with different versions of ourselves. Raymond Geers, the former Brother Adam, has never been a consistently cautious person. He is a convert back to "normalcy" after his youthful years of reckless, but always earnest, experiments in spiritual-seeking. Now a settled householder and mid-life daydreamer, he cannot seem to forget that he once tried to be a real mystic in a world-famous, monastery. Ghosts of the past haunt his sleep, so much so that he eventually gives himself permission to re-examine the wonder and sense of failure leading to the hard break with his former self. Enjoyed this post? Never miss out on future posts by  following us »  

Mimesis (Imitation) and Scapegoating in ALWAYS PARTLY BROKEN

  Initially, identifying violent mimesis in ourselves can be a scary or a depressing thing: “You mean I was involved in this violent thinking and acting and didn’t know it?” And we may at first be unwilling to see it. “No! I was never Cain! I was always Abel, the good guy, the victim of the situation and the bearer of outrageous fortune .”

Love is in the Mess

Love is in the mess And love is there to bless Despite all the crazies and distress Love is in the mess

A Sacred Hole in Our Heart

In the article below, about a friend who is no longer with us, I am taking a look at this  idea of being partly broken  from a common, ordinary perspective.  The article will also be published in the Quaker Journal  Traveling Friends.

Testing the Site's Video Capabilities

It seems to me that to be always partly broken is to be also ALWAYS PARTLY OPEN to a greater mystery-even if I haven't always got a clue.